A/N: Well this is one of those nonsence stories that make not too much sense, but are fun to read. ( I hope )
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, it is ( or was ) property of J.R.R. Tolkien. (R.I.P.)
~*~ I don't know half of you hafl as well as I should; and I like less that half of you half as well as you deserve.~*~
Pinkish-blue Items-
A time after the events of The Return of the King, Frodo Baggins son of Drogo Baggins, heir of Bilbo Baggins and great great great great GREAT grandson of Bablo Baggins, was traveling along the edge of the Shire (dare I said: Outskirts!). He was at the decent age of seventy-four, still quite young for a hobbit.
"Quite young?" a foolish young elf butted in to the author's talking. This foolish elf was no other than......... Legolas Greenleaf.
How dare you interupt the auothor of this story which is still in the progress of being written, and furthermore unfinished!
"I'm sorry, but I just had to interupt. Seventy-four is not young I assure you."
What do you know? You're immortal. I have not given you permission for 'out of character' -ness, so why have you done so? Do you just wish to anger the author of this story and be excluded from the oncoming dangerous, perilous adventure?
Legolas ceased to speak, for he realized his mistake.
Anyway, while Frodo was traveling along the outskirts of the Shire, he noticed a small object on the ground. He cautiously approached it, for it could be something like the One Ring, for he did not want another adventure such as that!
As he came apon the object he saw it glowing an odd pinkish-blue; he quickly stepped backward from the object, for he hated pinkish-blue objects of which he did not know of, that could be like the One Ring, and furthermore, he disliked such objects. (for for for for for....)
"I should really pick it up. Somebody could have lost this precious item." He gasped, "Precious... Has it been called this before? With caution, I must handle this item."
By now, Legolas who though he could just run the show here, for he was an elf in which: did not get dirty, had the perfect shot with his bow and arrow, had an infinite amount of arrows in his quiver, and was best of all immortal, had to interupt - once again - the author of this story which is still UNFINISHED. "Frodo Baggins!" Legolas called in a high-pitched elfish voice, "you must pick up that item and throw it into the river, for it is cursed with a cursey CURSE! Quickly, make haste, for you could be ensnared by the item's magical ability to ensnare!"
With that, Frodo picked up the object and threw it into the river (which was so conveniently nearby).
"Well done, lad!" Legolas cheered.
The author was glaring at the interupting-elf, a fury in his eye.
Interupt once more, foolish elf, and you shall be excluded from all oncoming stories with adventurous adventures!
Legolas quieted himself.
"Alas, I have saved myself from having to go on another BORING adventure." Frodo said with a sigh.
A minute or two later, something appeared in the bushes. Ringwraiths, Frodo thought, No... worse.... dwarves.
Alas, it was Gimli! (How he lived for all these years was anyone's guess.)
"Gimli, old friend!" Frodo said, "It has been many a year since we have last had a chance to have a decent conversation."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo (Hey, he isn't Sam!), but there are bad creatures about. They come for an item. What this item is, I am not sure. But I hear it is a horrible pinkish-blue color." Frodo gasped, and practically passed out.
".... We must leave this area now, Gimli... For I ridded myself of a certain pinkish-blue object only moments ago. Creatures about will be after us! Let us make our way into the forest, we will seek shelter with my old friend Merry."
The two ran quickly through the dense forest toward Merry's home - or hole as hobbits might call them -. As they came to a clearing in the forest, they ran into a dark figure. It was none other than King Elessar!
Aragorn, Strider, King Elessar, or whatever you want to call him, was now old in appearance, but still had the Flame of the West, Andùril at his side.
"Strider, sir!" Frodo screamed, practically bursting into tears seeing his old pal. Gimli gave no sign of caring about seeing Aragorn, Strider, King Elessar (WHATEVER) again.
"Ah, Frodo Baggins, you have aged quite a bit now, I see. "
"So have you, Strider." Frodo was almost crying. (weakling!)
"So, is there going to be a plot in this story anytime soon?" interupted that same interupter, but the author was asleep, so Legolas got off easy this time.................
What was the object that Frodo found?
Will it lead to a new adventure?
Why is Legolas interupting?
Why am I asking so many questions?
R&R if you want me to continue!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, it is ( or was ) property of J.R.R. Tolkien. (R.I.P.)
~*~ I don't know half of you hafl as well as I should; and I like less that half of you half as well as you deserve.~*~
Pinkish-blue Items-
A time after the events of The Return of the King, Frodo Baggins son of Drogo Baggins, heir of Bilbo Baggins and great great great great GREAT grandson of Bablo Baggins, was traveling along the edge of the Shire (dare I said: Outskirts!). He was at the decent age of seventy-four, still quite young for a hobbit.
"Quite young?" a foolish young elf butted in to the author's talking. This foolish elf was no other than......... Legolas Greenleaf.
How dare you interupt the auothor of this story which is still in the progress of being written, and furthermore unfinished!
"I'm sorry, but I just had to interupt. Seventy-four is not young I assure you."
What do you know? You're immortal. I have not given you permission for 'out of character' -ness, so why have you done so? Do you just wish to anger the author of this story and be excluded from the oncoming dangerous, perilous adventure?
Legolas ceased to speak, for he realized his mistake.
Anyway, while Frodo was traveling along the outskirts of the Shire, he noticed a small object on the ground. He cautiously approached it, for it could be something like the One Ring, for he did not want another adventure such as that!
As he came apon the object he saw it glowing an odd pinkish-blue; he quickly stepped backward from the object, for he hated pinkish-blue objects of which he did not know of, that could be like the One Ring, and furthermore, he disliked such objects. (for for for for for....)
"I should really pick it up. Somebody could have lost this precious item." He gasped, "Precious... Has it been called this before? With caution, I must handle this item."
By now, Legolas who though he could just run the show here, for he was an elf in which: did not get dirty, had the perfect shot with his bow and arrow, had an infinite amount of arrows in his quiver, and was best of all immortal, had to interupt - once again - the author of this story which is still UNFINISHED. "Frodo Baggins!" Legolas called in a high-pitched elfish voice, "you must pick up that item and throw it into the river, for it is cursed with a cursey CURSE! Quickly, make haste, for you could be ensnared by the item's magical ability to ensnare!"
With that, Frodo picked up the object and threw it into the river (which was so conveniently nearby).
"Well done, lad!" Legolas cheered.
The author was glaring at the interupting-elf, a fury in his eye.
Interupt once more, foolish elf, and you shall be excluded from all oncoming stories with adventurous adventures!
Legolas quieted himself.
"Alas, I have saved myself from having to go on another BORING adventure." Frodo said with a sigh.
A minute or two later, something appeared in the bushes. Ringwraiths, Frodo thought, No... worse.... dwarves.
Alas, it was Gimli! (How he lived for all these years was anyone's guess.)
"Gimli, old friend!" Frodo said, "It has been many a year since we have last had a chance to have a decent conversation."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Frodo (Hey, he isn't Sam!), but there are bad creatures about. They come for an item. What this item is, I am not sure. But I hear it is a horrible pinkish-blue color." Frodo gasped, and practically passed out.
".... We must leave this area now, Gimli... For I ridded myself of a certain pinkish-blue object only moments ago. Creatures about will be after us! Let us make our way into the forest, we will seek shelter with my old friend Merry."
The two ran quickly through the dense forest toward Merry's home - or hole as hobbits might call them -. As they came to a clearing in the forest, they ran into a dark figure. It was none other than King Elessar!
Aragorn, Strider, King Elessar, or whatever you want to call him, was now old in appearance, but still had the Flame of the West, Andùril at his side.
"Strider, sir!" Frodo screamed, practically bursting into tears seeing his old pal. Gimli gave no sign of caring about seeing Aragorn, Strider, King Elessar (WHATEVER) again.
"Ah, Frodo Baggins, you have aged quite a bit now, I see. "
"So have you, Strider." Frodo was almost crying. (weakling!)
"So, is there going to be a plot in this story anytime soon?" interupted that same interupter, but the author was asleep, so Legolas got off easy this time.................
What was the object that Frodo found?
Will it lead to a new adventure?
Why is Legolas interupting?
Why am I asking so many questions?
R&R if you want me to continue!!!!